Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.